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Nov 2014
The words spilled from his fingertips and they spoke to me.
Beckoning me to come closer,
To give just a little more.
Shedding my skin, I crawled
Into him, and gave him what he asked for.

When the deed was done, we laid naked by each other but
Somehow worlds apart.
Promises made in the dark are
Forfeited in the light.
Written by
Sara Hood
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   Harley Hucof
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